Crumbling CastlesThe Earth has torn itself to pieces;Crumbling Castles by Dormouse559
All the mountains and hills,
All the rivers and rills,
Are coasting on the clouds;
Gorgeous, crumbling palaces.
So thickly they crowd in the sky,
You can leap through the turbulent air,
From one flying isle to the next,
Beyond even the dizziest heights,
Though the castles crumble …
And creak, crack, crash
Down under vice-grip gravity;
And all the mountains and hills
Lock themselves tight to the ground,
Fortresses once more.
Concrete TowersRumbling from the car engineConcrete Towers by Dormouse559
The body should vibrate subtly
as it rolls along the rolling hills,
but the car goes silent,
smooth as a high-tech hovercraft
when I look out the window
at the warm-colored apple orchards
as they whisk swiftly by,
burnished gold in morning light.
The honey-gold arboreal rows
surround two towers of gray stone,
silent and smooth as the day they too
were high-tech beacons in the field,
but now the rising rays make soft
these sucked-in cylinders
and their concave curves,
turn them to gilded, concrete
The LightmakerThe storm clouds were gathered, flat and immense as the most impenetrable ocean on a windless night, and pressed down from horizon to horizon, strangling the sky into nothingness. The shadows hovered on the verge of solidity, hanging heavily down to, and piling up on, the vast plains in great folds and ripples of shade.The Lightmaker by Dormouse559
And that was how Gwen liked it.
She couldn’t remember when the clouds came, though they must have arrived after she was born. She knew with an instinctive certainty that something lay hidden above them, something terrible. And a memory she couldn’t quite recall told her that, while the clouds remained, she could live, true to her nature.
She contemplated this quietly on the roof of her house, a dilapidated and solitary dwelling in the middle of what had been fertile farmland untold years ago. She considered the fields of long-dead corn stalks, absentmindedly flicking the weather vane, a proudly rusted rooster mounted at the roof’s peak. The thing hadn&